Lin Banxia was still glaring at him with resentment, casting doubt on every word he said!
Huo Qinglin looked into her wary eyes, feeling deeply powerless inside.
"I know you've always resented me for toying with your feelings back then, Banxia. I also know I no longer have the right to love you now. But when it comes to emotions, more often than not, we don't get a say in it." Huo Qinglin let out a bitter self-deprecating laugh.
Lin Banxia hadn't expected Huo Qinglin to say something like this. Wasn't he the one who used to treat her like thin air, too irritated to even spare her a word?
She couldn't help but seriously examine him, and when her gaze landed on his face, she suddenly noticed the bandaged wound on his forehead.
That wound—he got it saving her. Lin Banxia's feelings instantly became complicated.
